“Not everywhere.” I wrapped my hand around my cock, almost buckling at the sweet relief from the pressure. “I never found an artist I wanted near my dick with a needle.”
“But you let one near your heart?” Teddy teased my chest again, tracing a circle where my heart thudded beneath my tatted skin. “You should think less with your dick.”
“So they keep telling me.”
“Who does?”
“No one who matters.” In this situation, at least.
I let my hand drop from my cock and considered my options. We were facing each other down like alphas, prowling around until one of us made a real move. He’d invited me to do whatever the fuck I wanted, but what if it was a trick? Worse, what if I misread the situation and did something he didn’t like? I liked to go hard. Rough, when the mood was right, cleansing my fucking soul, but I had no desire to hurt anyone.
“Stop thinking.” Teddy tapped my temple. “You like what you see, no? Make the most of it.”
All right. I didn’t need telling twice. And I didn’t need an excuse to get out of my head. I shut it down and let my instincts flow, grasping Teddy’s hips and pulling him to my body, skin finally touching skin, his cock tangling with mine.
The spark of sensation was instant, flooding me with more heat than I could contain. A low growl rumbled from my chest, and I let my hands roam his torso and then lower, gripping his backside, palming the firm swell of muscle.
I almost kissed him.
Almost.
Instead, I bypassed his lips and went for his throat, digging my teeth in, drawing a low, delicious grunt from him.He likes pain.I filed that away for reference and bit him harder, tasting blood, and the fucker didn’t flinch.
Only his cock responded, surging against mine.
Yes.
I manhandled him to the bed.
He resisted enough to rile me up, grinning and showing me a set of perfect white teeth. “I will not submit. If I let you, it is because I like it.”
“Works for me.” I threw him down and made an educated guess that his bedside drawer was about to become my new best friend.
I reached over him and opened it. Inside, I found premium-brand lube, condoms, and... black metal cuffs. “Are these for me?”
“What do you think?” Teddy rolled onto his stomach. “I already told you to do what you like.”
He had. And the cuffs were intriguing. I’d only played those games with women. Thinking about restraining Teddy and doing all kinds of nasty things to him made my head spin.
Did I want that right now?
Could I handle it?
Fucking A. I was unsure enough to leave the cuffs where they were and clear the drawer of everything else.
I dropped it all on the bed and knelt between Teddy’s legs, taking in the expanse of his back. It was a glorious fucking sight, but I missed his dick. There was something electric about seeing a man so hard for me. I dreamt about it sometimes, on the rare nights I went to bed alone. Fantasised about it on the many nights I didn’t go to bed at all. It was strange what kept you company on a long ride.
Still. This view of him was hard to give up too. And I wanted inside him. Like, now, before I burst into flames.
Fuck it. I flipped him over, shoving him onto his back and nudging his legs wider.
Teddy’s lip curled in a faint snarl—he likes that too—and his cock taunted me, leaking fluid onto his abdomen.
I ran a finger through it, stuck it in my mouth, and tasted him. His eyes blazed—noted—and so did my blood. I reached for the condoms and lube, revelling in the fact that we had the same size dick, so he had some clue of what he was in for.Because he fucks himself with that beast? Genius, mate. Absolute genius.
Some days I was, but not today. My brains were in my balls and I was so hot for this dude I could barely see straight.
I rolled a condom onto my cock and flicked the cap on the lube bottle. “I’m gonna be a gentleman about this bit because I’m not a fucking animal.”
